Just returned from one of my favorite haunts in Colorado. We have killed a few elk here over the last 10 years and have posted the stories here, some of you tradgangers with lower numbers might have some recollection of those trips if you haven't lost too much of your memory. Anyway I have not been able to do much of this for myself since we started the outfitting business and I was happy to get back to it. We did not get lucky enough to kill an elk this trip so you can stop here if that's what you are looking for. We had rain every day and worked a bull or two every day but couldn't close the deal this trip. Maybe next year. Don't wait too long for the next trip.
We had to get all of this stuff 10 miles up the valley, about 2000 feet higher in elevation. Time to get started loading up.
Eric is riding a new mule I bought this spring. She is a gaited mule and real broke. I wish I had a mule he could handle so I could ride her.
Loaded up and on our way. Never saw so many people at the trailhead as we did this year. Dozens of cars, hikers and fishing the lake. We left them all behind after about 5 miles.
Making good time until we tried to squeeze the pack mule under a fallen log on this set of switchbacks. I hate it when this happens. Time to repack Sassy. Cost us half an hour. We cut through the switchback on the way down to avoid this low downed tree.